Loren Turin, who was a "guest" at Freswalker Manor, could not have known that the Crutches Gang that he had cleaned up had come to the door - considering the enthusiasm of Master Freiswalker and the fact that it was impossible for him to refuse the other party's kindness, the sane black-haired wizard would certainly not leave. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, Master Freswalker did not limit his range of activities in the manor, and even generously allowed him to visit the library as long as it did not disturb him.

Since the other party was so enthusiastic, the black-haired wizard naturally smiled without any scruples.

Overall, Master Freiswalker's library wasn't huge, not as large as the library at Wimpal Academy—it was just a private library with a study room for an occult wizard.

But since it was a collection of top occult masters, the quality of these books was naturally not comparable to that of Wimpal, and many of the books even date back to the time before the teachings of the Holy Cross spread throughout the Sakran Empire, or even beyond.

And in it, Loren even finds a lot of loneliness related to ancient history, and even legends about goblins and gods in various places—most of which are just hearsay, or biographies cobbled together from rumors and oral accounts, which may not have much reference value for a wizard at all.

However, in this world, there are always some authors who are very keen on a "sense of mission", even if they know that once what they write is discovered by the Holy Cross Church, the only end will be to be burned at the stake, but they still tirelessly record those "historical truths".

Leaning against the stairwell, Loren flipped through the book he had just picked up from the shelf, the quiet space and the rich smell of parchment gave him the illusion of returning to Wimpal. It was as if some pretentious genius was on the other side, waiting for his own question with a blank expression.

The ancient book in his hand is a historical document about the Duchy of Lothair, although it is boring, but it records in detail the history of the development of this land, the character and customs of the local people, the rise and fall of various families, especially the various grievances between the Fried family and the Senna family.

There are even twenty pages devoted to the legends of the Lothairs, detailing the tales of the "devil" that had been circulated among the local population before the appearance of the Holy Cross.

It is said to be very "enthusiastic", likes to show up when people are in trouble, and always fulfills people's wishes - but without exception, all at some cost, and always in a way that does not coincide with people's purposes.

It was also vaguely mentioned above that the appearance of this "devil" was a young man with pale blonde hair and luxurious clothes, and he was polite when he spoke.

“...... His name is so complicated that some people read it out and go crazy - so many people call the devil ...... 'Asriel'. ”

The black-haired wizard muttered to himself as he finished the last paragraph, a smile on his face that he didn't know how to describe it.

Why wasn't I surprised at all?

Maybe it's because I've been so involved that I don't have a chance to turn back for a long time - but then again, even if I give myself another chance, I'm afraid I'll still make the same choice.

But sometimes he would show a different face, a passion for sacrifice and death sacrifices, killing for no reason...... The devil's mind is never the capricious ...... that humans can speculate on."

"Ahem!!"

A soft cough came from the staircase, and the respectful servant stood by the handrail with his hands behind his back. Loren, who was smiling, looked back, closed the parchment book in his hand with a "pop!", and got up calmly: "Is it Master Freswalker looking for me?"

"Your Excellency has left the manor and headed for the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower. The servant bowed slightly, and replied, "Before leaving, he asked me to come and remind you that your test will start this afternoon, so don't be late!"

"Today?!" the black-haired wizard looked at each other in surprise, "I think it should be two days later!"

"It was supposed to be this way, but there were some changes. The servant shook his head: "The number of wizards who were originally evaluated by three has suddenly increased to five—these adults have all rushed here temporarily, and it is impossible for them to wait until three days later, so it can only be today." ”

“...... And how much time do I have?" Loren squinted.

"The test was this afternoon, which means you have to be there before noon. The servant looked at him very sincerely, with some pity: "In other words...... Your time is running out. ”

"Bang ——!"

The door opened with a thud, and the black-haired wizard's figure had long since disappeared in place, leaving only the unfinished book on the steps, the yellowed pages churning in the wind.

Shaking his head, the servant stepped down and picked up the book from the steps and put it back on the shelf—as if nothing had happened, only the crisp sound of footsteps drifting through the stairwell.

............ In a clearing in the middle of a patio in the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, the apprentices had temporarily set up a testing facility, blocked all the surrounding areas, and even set up a few wooden targets in the clearing.

This special method of "testing" is also something that only spellcasters can enjoy—after all, the best way to test a caster is the level of high-level spells they use.

Depending on the preferences of each caster, the high-level spells they use are naturally different, ranging from conjuring illusions to special spells with ingenuity, the only thing they all have in common is that they all need plenty of room to be cast.

Standing in the middle of the clearing, Birdlaire looked slightly nervously at the growing number of apprentices gathered around, forcibly maintaining his usual indifferent expression.

This test had exceeded his expectations, not only did Master Freswalker suddenly increase the number of vetted people to five, but it was also advanced to two days, which was simply unreasonable.

Of course, it doesn't make sense for an outside wizard or just a spellcaster to be recognized in the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower - but at this point, it's very difficult to interfere with the results of the evaluation.

What's going on?

"Birdlaire, it's not a surprise to see you. ”

Just hearing this voice, Birdlaire felt a wave of nausea, and he didn't even bother to look back: "Lord Verllo Bellini, what are you here for?"

"Of course, I'm here to review, this wild wizard who doesn't know the countryside!" The smug wizard is around forty years old, and there is a slumped nose bridge on his face that is difficult to see, which is completely out of line with the luxurious purple trimmed wizard robe: "You seem to have forgotten that I am also a spellcaster!"

This statement made Birdlaire even more disgusting, because the guy who spoke relied on spells to get by, and became a typical representative of a full-fledged wizard, relying on the power and wealth of the Bellini family to not be too ashamed.

The reason why he was able to appear in the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, and talk to himself so confidently on an equal footing, was entirely due to his genius alchemist nephew, Alto Bellini, because Verlot was his mentor.

While this "mentor" is nothing short of a show, and no wizard believes that Aalto Bellini's success is the result of his teaching, the rules of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower are like this: the mentor and the apprentice prosper together, and both lose.

"I heard that this wild wizard was personally ordered by Lord Bedlaire, but I didn't expect you to have a crush on a country boy. The slumped nose of Verlow said sarcastically: "Could it be that he is your relative?"

"I don't have any prejudices against anyone, can't a spellcaster like you stand here and talk to me?" Birdlaire made no secret of his contempt for himself: "As for this guy named Ain Rand, he is much more arrogant than you think!"

"Oh, is it?!" the angry-toothed Verlo Bellini turned his head back in hatred, "I really want to see what it is like to be able to refuse to be your apprentice to Boylaire!"

"You're in luck, he's here. ”

In the direction Birdlaire pointed, a dark figure had appeared on a balcony next to the patio, and in the blink of an eye, it had leapt from above!